King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 813 - 242: The Heroic Shadow Sweeps the Desert, Righteous Deeds Suppress Evil (Part 2)

Wu Zhong took a deep breath, channeling the inner power from the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" in an attempt to withstand the sword array’s pressure. However, the surging sword qi continued to attack his protective true qi like a relentless tide. Xiao Lingling gritted her teeth tightly, her dual blades weaving an impenetrable defense, yet she could only barely protect herself. Sweat mixed with blood streamed continuously down her cheeks.

Shi Feiyang charged into the sword array like a burning meteor, wrapped in a biting cold wind, with the force of a thunderbolt.

He activated the Bright Jade Technique, and in an instant, a layer of radiant, jade-like luster enveloped him, as if he were cloaked in soft moonlight.

True qi surged ceaselessly from within him, forming a powerful vortex, resembling an invisible black hole, emitting a terrifying suction, as if it would draw in the entire world.

This vortex, with the force of a tsunami, swirled around the enemy’s sword array, drawing the surrounding sand and withered grass into it, furiously rotating around the vortex.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was stern, his gaze sharp as if he could see through all illusions. He shouted loudly to Wu Zhong and Xiao Lingling, "Brother Wu, Sister Xiao, leave this place to me! Go quickly to assist Elder Liao; Lu Ling’s ’Seven Injuries Fist’ is exceptionally vicious, and Elder Liao might not be able to hold on alone. Yuan Yebi has committed many evil acts, today is his retribution; in the Jianghu, what goes around comes around, karma is unerring, I must rid the Martial Arts world of this menace!"

His voice was like a great bell, the echo reverberating across the battlefield, imbued with a reassuring power that could dispel the gloom in people’s hearts. As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Feiyang’s palms moved rapidly, each motion stirring a howling gale, like a hurricane rising from the ground.

His palms were like two incomparably sharp Celestial Frost Blades, exuding a chilling coldness, freezing the air wherever they went, causing shards of ice to form and fall like rain.

He executed a move from the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique" called "Golden Dragon Coils Its Claws." The intent of the blade was bold, and the palm shadows flew, each move and form contained immense power, as if capable of slicing space itself.

Amidst his palm shadows, a golden dragon seemed to appear, baring fangs and brandishing claws, carrying an apocalyptic force towards Yuan Yebi.

Yuan Yebi turned pale as he witnessed this, his heart filled with terror.

He knew well the power of Shi Feiyang’s strike, and hastily wielded seven swords to fend off this fierce attack.

Under his command, the seven swords created overlapping sword shadows, like a silver veil that formed an impenetrable sword net, stabbing towards Shi Feiyang. Where the sword net reached, the ground bore deep furrows, sending smoke and dust billowing.

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, moving like a specter, weaving effortlessly through the sword net, his form like an elusive phantom. His steps were light and agile, akin to a supreme master walking on snow without leaving a trace.

Spotting his opportunity, he struck out with a sudden palm strike, hitting one of the swords directly.

With a crisp "crack," the treasure sword broke like a brittle twig under Shi Feiyang’s palm force.

The broken sword arced through the air with a sharp whistle, and with a "thud," pierced the chest of one of Yuan Yebi’s disciples.

The disciple’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief, a mouthful of blood spurting forth as his body fell like a kite with a broken string, stirring a cloud of dust upon hitting the ground.

Seeing this, Yuan Yebi became increasingly flustered. However, as the sect leader, he forced himself to calm down, controlling the remaining six swords to attack Shi Feiyang with even greater speed. Muttering incantations, he deployed the killer move of the "Seven-Quartet Heart-Locking Sword." The six swords shone brightly, the sword qi weaving into a more tightly knit net, advancing towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang remained unperturbed, his body spun, and his palms moved faster, the palm winds howling, causing the surrounding air to warp and distort. Sand and stones on the ground were swept up by the powerful palm force, forming small sandstorms.

He employed the "Dragon Walks Seven Steps" from the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique, his steps steady and powerful. Each step seemed to crack the void, making a dull sound, exerting immense pressure, causing the earth to tremble beneath him.

While launching his attacks, he cursed, "Yuan Yebi, you scoundrel, you’ve been committing evil deeds in the Jianghu; today marks your end. In the Jianghu, good and evil will have their consequences, justice will be served, and there’s no escape. Prepare to die!"

With Shi Feiyang’s relentless advance, Yuan Yebi could barely fend him off. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, a hint of fear in his eyes. His swordsmanship started to reveal flaws, and his movements grew sluggish.

Shi Feiyang seized the opening in Yuan Yebi’s defense, leaping suddenly, his form soaring like an eagle in flight, his palms carrying the weight of a thousand jun, descending upon Yuan Yebi’s head. Yuan Yebi attempted to evade, but found himself immobilized by the vortex of true qi created by Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique.

He widened his eyes in terror, letting out a desperate scream.

Shi Feiyang’s palms landed heavily on Yuan Yebi, accompanied by a cracking sound. Yuan Yebi’s body shattered like a broken sandbag, exploding instantly. Blood and viscera scattered, falling to the ground, presenting an extremely gruesome scene. Witnessing this, the nearby disciples turned pale with fright, some even vomiting uncontrollably.

As Shi Feiyang landed, he maintained a calm demeanor, his gaze firm as he looked towards other places.

The disciples who were fiercely battling with the Heroic Sakura Association caught a glimpse, from the corners of their eyes, of their sect leader Yuan Yebi’s tragic demise, immediately turning pale with fear, their terror spreading unchecked across their faces.